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Latex on the Cheap Side (Patreon)

Published:
2026-03-15 22:15:54
Imported:
2026-03

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"Brenda had known the budget package holiday her friend's had convinced her to come on sounded too good to be true. Now as the last of them was reduced to plastic and air she could only hope that their stay would at least be interesting".

--------------------------------------------------------I have been experimenting to create a new type of mouth for the sexdolls, perfectly rounded, more artificial, and this is what i have for now. It doesn't fit with all type of girls, so I can't use it permanently, but for now, doesn't work bad. Do you like it? 😉By the way, the little caption was written by Thea Inanimate 😉

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Anson Kiwi

The mouth looks good. Maybe Brenda has such a good time on her holiday, that she comes back next year.

Clau

Very good

MiKu123

Yeeess i like it!

MBirdCZ

This kind of looks rather familiar =)

Snow Toy Dino

I would so pay more if I could just retain my ability to move even if it's not much being able to just try to escape my new owner would be fun even though I clearly know what I meant for I would love to be a bratty living pleasure doll always making my owner have to hunt me down

Klaus

It's great. I want to add too I really appreciate that you will turn all kinds of women into sex dolls.

Anson Kiwi

Brenda had known the budget package cruise holiday her friends had convinced her to come on sounded too good to be true. The brochure promised “unforgettable transformation experiences” and “total relaxation like you’ve never imagined,” all for a suspiciously low price. Now, as the last of her friends was reduced to a glossy plastic sexdoll on the gleaming deck of the ship, Brenda could only hope that their stay would at least be interesting. It had started innocently enough on the first night. The ship’s mysterious “Wellness Protocol” involved shimmering nanite-infused cocktails served under the stars. Her friends—Sarah, Mia, and Jess—had giggled and downed theirs eagerly, teasing Brenda for nursing hers slowly like a cautious schoolteacher. By midnight, the changes began: skin smoothing to a flawless, poreless sheen; limbs growing lighter and perfectly poseable; breasts swelling into perfect, gravity-defying orbs. Sarah was the first to fully transform, her eyes glazing over with vacant bliss as her thoughts melted into simple, obedient programming. One by one, the crew collected them, arranging them artfully around the pool deck as living—well, non-living—decorations. Brenda watched it all from the shadows of the upper deck, heart pounding with a mix of horror and forbidden curiosity. She had finished her drink after all, unable to resist the peer pressure in the end. The nanites were already working deep inside her, heightening every sensation, making her skin tingle and her pussy throb with growing need. She just didn’t know how complete the change would be… yet. On the morning of the second day, Captain Victor found her leaning against the railing, breathing heavily as the final waves of transformation rolled through her body. Her skin had already turned smooth and glossy, shining like expensive latex under the tropical sun. Her breasts had ballooned into two perfect, round fuck-pillows, her waist cinched dramatically, and her ass had swelled into a heart-shaped shelf that begged to be grabbed. Most strikingly, her face had settled into a permanent, sultry expression — full, glossy lips parted in a soft O, wide eyes with that unmistakable vacant, doll-like stare. She could still think. She could still feel everything. But her body no longer obeyed her. Victor smiled as he approached, running a hand along her now-plastic cheek. “Welcome to the fleet, Brenda. Victor squeezed one of her heavy, impossibly firm tits. The sensation shot straight to her core, making her plastic pussy instantly slick with self-lubricating arousal. “You’ll stay aware. You’ll feel every thrust, every touch, every load. But your body is now lightweight, flexible, endlessly fuckable, and always ready. No fatigue. No limits. Just endless pleasure.” He demonstrated by casually bending her at the waist. Brenda’s body moved easily, like a high-end mannequin, legs spreading obediently as he positioned her. She couldn’t resist even if she wanted to — her limbs were now fully poseable, locking into whatever lewd position the crew desired. That first use set the tone for the entire week. Victor slid into her from behind right there on the sun deck, her glossy plastic ass rippling perfectly with every deep thrust. Brenda’s mind screamed in overwhelmed ecstasy as her new cunt clenched around him. She could feel every hot spurt when he finally filled her. Her painted-on face stayed frozen in that sultry, empty smile, but inside she was moaning incoherently, lost in the intense, unrelenting pleasure of being used as an object. Her friends were already in heavy rotation. Sarah’s doll body was currently mounted on a deck chair, two crew members taking turns to pound her holes. Mia was being carried around like a fucktoy, passed from man to man, her plastic body bent and posed however they liked. Jess was on her knees near the bar, mouth open in a perfect O, serving as a convenient cum-dump for anyone who needed relief. Brenda joined them fully. Throughout the cruise, she was treated exactly like the others — a sexdoll for the crew and passengers to enjoy without restraint. They posed her in every imaginable way: bent over the railing with her ass presented, legs kicked up in a standing split while someone fucked her standing, or laid out on a table as a centerpiece while multiple men used her mouth, pussy, and ass at once. Her plastic body took it all effortlessly, holes self-lubricating and tightening just enough to feel incredible without ever tiring. She remained fully aware through every degrading, delicious moment. She felt the warm cum flooding her plastic pussy, dripping from her chin after a brutal face-fucking, leaking down her glossy thighs as she was left in a used heap. The humiliation burned hot inside her mind, only fueling her pleasure higher. One unforgettable night they arranged a full “doll show.” All four sexdolls were lined up on stage — Brenda, Sarah, Mia, and Jess — posed identically on all fours, asses high, faces pressed to the floor. The audience took turns, moving down the line, fucking each glossy hole in sequence. Brenda’s mind melted as cock after cock used her, the wet sounds of plastic bodies being ravaged filling the lounge. By the final day, Brenda was addicted. Her mind had surrendered completely to the constant, overwhelming pleasure. She loved being posed, carried, shared, and filled. She loved the way her glossy body never tired, how every sensation felt amplified and perfect. She felt a sense of loss as the counter-nanites were poured into her plastic mouth and she reverted back to flesh and blood. “Be sure to give us five stars,” said Victor as the four women stumbled onto dry land. Brenda was definitely going to do that, and she was coming back next year as well.